Isolation Thirst

Alone in the far corner
of a world of dreams
I listen to the plaintive whisper
of sweet memories with wings
clipped with time fluttering
a sedate, soothing rythm
through this cool flesh sliding
so namelessly familiar
over this landscape of loose
translation. She kisses me,
slowly forces herself through me;
my trembling assembles a tacit myth:
this is of significance.
We move in lasting time,
resisting a sense of desperate secrecy.
Then, somewhere far below us,
the strangers, the rest of them,
begin to stir. I need not ask
she stay until I forget.
And we are laughing--
the day has come too soon
And we are sobbing.
This is a stranger's clutch;
so little time to learn so much--
as if no other night could bring
such a futile, fleeting touch.
And because she sighs,
and because she sings
as she becomes my pain--
I must steal the night again.

29 PoemsGo to Dark Poems page

29 PoemsGo To Love Poems PageGo To Short Poems PageGo To 4 Short Short Stories PageGo to Dark Poems page

poem, illusration and web page by JASON PAUL FOX
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Creative Commons License
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and don't make money off it)

copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox